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You leaned down to kiss his forehead again. Over the course of the next twenty minutes, Chance and Tessa would not stop quietly whispering corny comments to each other, and it was getting on your nerves. The rest of what we rely upon as markers of sex: Your life story is shit and nobody cares. If not in that moment, whenever you went downstairs. They were getting married. You were taking care of him, since he was sick.